if thats all i'll be.. i'll be a waist of time
laying on the couch, hungover, listening to my breath. reminds me of may. i hate that month. but i feel like it's back. july turned into may for a hot second. i hate it. all those feeling again. when i can't breath. and my arms tingle. and my heart hurts. i miss him. and even though nothing ever happend.. i miss him too. i miss my girls. i wonder sometimes, if they were all here.. would this all have happened? i kinda think it wouldn't have. i don't trust people anymore. and i tell everyone everything. and i need to stop. it gets me in trouble. i need to stop talking, to most people, about that shit.
2 points for honesty. it must make you sad to know that, no body cares at all.
i wanna be where i've never been before, i wanna be there and then i'll understand.
will i get better? or stay the same? i find i always move to slowly.
can't lift a fingure, can't change my mind..
2 points for honesty. it must make you sad to know that, no body cares at all.
i wanna be where i've never been before, i wanna be there and then i'll understand.
will i get better? or stay the same? i find i always move to slowly.
can't lift a fingure, can't change my mind..